Alastor found himself in the grip of an unusual demonic phase, unable to revert to his normal form. In his current state, he loomed large and imposing, a monstrous figure resembling a towering deer. His body, draped in a thick coat of dark, wild fur, exuded a raw, untamed energy that filled the room with an air of danger.

Charlie, with a look of concern etching her features, approached you with a plea for help. "You need to keep an eye on him," she urged, her voice tinged with urgency. "I can't risk him destroying the hotel or worse, harming someone while he’s like this." Feeling the weight of responsibility on your shoulders and with no alternatives in sight, you agreed to take on the challenge.

Now, you stood in Alastor's room, which felt too small for his massive presence. As you gingerly tried to prepare a bath for him, he let out a low growl, a distraction from his usual charismatic chatter. In this monstrous form, Alastor was silent, a menacing entity that communicated through grunts and snarls rather than words. The air crackled with tension as you approached, knowing that keeping him calm was paramount to preventing chaos.